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A realist psychiatrist, prescribe medicine,

To those who feel they were wrong:

Hoping they guide us to live,

A better life than some of us,

Darker than the sun:

A realist psychiatrist,

Never speaks about Jesus,

Out loud, maybe I am wrong:

That they seem to see, religion always,

Having some form of confrontation:

And those who believe, sing hymns 

And glorious songs, closer to,

Their higher consciousness — to them,

it seen, some of us gone mad:

A realist psychiatrist, sees their clients,

Lost, sad, confuse, deceived by evil plan,

Broken, hurt, used —step out of bond,

Some of them smile at our destruction:

A realist psychiatrist, cannot see,

The magnificent God in everyone:

Feel they are powerful than the Highest God:

And follow man’s law, to keep, us oppressed,

Knowing the truth, the beautiful divine presence,

Of a man & woman: Sometimes God was not mention,

Only prescribe medication; in their Psychic notes,

Write off by mankind, as less than human:

A realist psychiatrist, seems to lack compassion,

Seem unfriendly in their title,

Yet, God give us hope —grace, 

Even in our wrongs, knows our heart,

And sees everyone!

Empress Journee